Posts Tagged With: nighttime noises

Yup, Africa is my home, which is probably why I haven’t been posting much lately. You see, once you get into a routine and make a place your home, it all just seems so normal and ordinary. It’s interesting how one dog’s “extraordinary” is another’s “ordinary”, isn’t it?

Africa is Home

So what is ordinary for me, you ask? Well, every morning I wake up on my TanFoam mattress after a (usually) good night’s sleep. What might disturb my sleep: only the occasional power outages that kill our fan. And the fan, well it kills two birds with one stone: it cools us off in the sticky African heat and it provides white noise to drown out the howling dogs, mosques, roosters, loud music, and other varied nighttime noises.

Oh yeah, I also disembowel stuffed animals on the bed, too

Most days my mom leaves me early in the morning to go to work and I get sad. Mondays are especially bad since I’ve just gotten used to having mom around over the weekend and then poof, come Monday she’s gone again. But at least I’ve got Agatha, my house girl, and Twiga, my kitty, to keep me company during the day.

Bros for life

When mom finally gets home from work, the exciting part of my day begins! We always go on a walk around our neighborhood of Isamilo. On every single one of these walks I’m haggled by passersby about what kind of animal I am or if I’m available for the taking. Luckily I’ve gotten used to being the weirdo here in Mwanza so these comments just roll off my back as I trot along.

Keep on keeping on

When we get home from our afternoon walk, it’s usually almost sunset and since we’re nearly on the equator, the sun rises and sets more or less at the same time every single day. The sun sets fast in Africa so if you’re not quick you’ll miss the beautiful sight!

Quickly setting…

The vibrant African sunset

And there you have it, a play-by-play of my daily life here in Tanzania. Not so extraordinary when you’ve lived it for more than 9 months. I bet you don’t think your daily life is very interesting either, but I’d beg to differ. I’ve been in Africa for so long that I can’t even remember America. Mom says it’s cold there and that there’s a thing called snow, but I don’t recall any such thing. America and its snow sound exciting and adventurous, but then again, everyone says the same about living in Africa. So I guess it’s just change that makes life interesting, huh?